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TheConcretePoet Mar 2021
We poets lay down our hearts as blankets so that you need not ***** your own feet.
We poets are the lyrics of every country song and rhythm'd beat.
We poets play a little guitar and we sing a little too.
We poets are pretty fun company, there is worse that you could do.
We poets express our emotions with more than words
you see.
We poets can be the get away, from life's reality.
Here are my emotions, here is this poet's heart.
Please try to be kind, it's had enough of being torn apart.
We poets are the muses and the poems that we write.
The prose that we piece together whether fantasizing morning or night.
We poets we love without being loved.
Our love snugly fits,
like a hand in a glove.
TheConcretePoet Mar 2021
I have written many sentences with my heart

I have written many sentences with my mind

Most often it's difficult to tell them all apart

There is me, there is you in every single line

Forever on words
I shall dine

I'm a poet, it's how every day starts

As my eyes first breathe the morning air

My heart and mind through words rise naked and bare
TheConcretePoet Mar 2021
We all struggle with variations of the word struggle.

Don't ever feel like you are alone, because you aren't.

Strength is built upon our struggles.

Callous strength eventually heals over our open wounds and scars.

We begin standing upon a foundation of strength in understanding.

A strength in understanding that life's clock is the slickest thief we will ever meet.

A strength in understanding that life's clock is also our heart's greatest healer.
TheConcretePoet Mar 2021
one's security with insecurity is a crippled crutch of illusion

forgive me, i'm too terrified to expound

i fear waking up in this land of confusion

explaining away misery is an unforgettable sound
TheConcretePoet Mar 2021
Life is a puzzle never meant to be completed

Our lives are never born to be forgotten - deleted

Memories may carry the weight of pain through a torrential rain

But they also carry the love of those loved we have forever gained
TheConcretePoet Mar 2021
Waking up on the weekend to the fragrant smell of fresh cut grass

The humming engine of the neighbors lawn mower over a few laughs

Coffee's aroma wafting from the kitchen into your bedroom

Ah yes, this is indeed what they call a lover's swoon

As the sun's rays come to play and splash through your open blinds

Paradise isn't far if you never leave it to far behind

Off to a hot shower as the summer rain's softly echo

I can smell the aromatic rain through my open bathroom window

It's a calm, it's never a storm to my senses

It's weekend pleasures of fantasy and white picket fences

Arise from your bed, wipe the sleep from your eyes

Say hello to this morning and forget the goodbyes
TheConcretePoet Mar 2021
There are unopened gifts around us aplenty

We need to be vigilant so that life doesn't blind us from these
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